Just Be Kind

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“Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” - Ian MacLaren. I believe that this quote relates to me very deeply, because of the events that occurred last summer. It was a period of barely three months and what I learned was a life changing fact; anyone could be going through difficult times and you may never even know. I was being sent to summer camp because according to my parents I don’t make the most out of my summer breaks. I sighed as i boarded the fancy bus. I love my parents but this is super annoying, what if I meet someone I don't like? Or worse someone who doesn't like me. The bus barely moved an inch but i was feeling homesick already. The bus had six stops I noticed that there were more boys than girls, the six hour ride was long and boring. When the bus stopped in front of a small campsite I couldn’t have been happier to see the ground. I looked around and realized that it wasn't as bad as it looked; I could still use my electronics, have air conditioning and what not inside the mediocre looking cabins. I was sharing with four other girls; one room was enough for five people. After we had unpacked, we were called down to the center lodge, our only administrator said that throughout the three months we were here, we would bond and get to know each other and to do any of that we would need to introduce ourselves. So the introductions began, there were nine seniors, seven juniors, eight sophomores and one freshman. It was only the first day, yet my impression of them was so misguided. A girl named Sunny looked scary but was actually a really nice person when I got to know her; Erika was the oldest of all of us but she had such a baby face I found it hard to accept that she’s older than me. Marcus was ... ... middle of paper ... ...onged for a warm family. It was saddening, he just wanted to be acknowledged by his parents thus how he turned out to be a perfectionist It was the last week of camp the entire trip had been something I hadn't expected when I first got on that bus. If I remember clearly, I was convinced that the trip would be anything but fun. Maybe fun isn’t really the right word for it but it was definitely life changing, at least my perspective on a lot of things changed. I looked over to my left and saw everyone start today’s activities and I thought to myself ‘anyone could be going through a difficult time and no one may ever know it.’ From that moment on until now, I try to be as patient and as kind as possible to the others around me, because maybe they could be going through something traumatic or stressing and we should be kind, because words and actions hold great power.

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